My Nana’s house is the best place to escape to when I am feeling like this.  It is sort of an emotional rehab for me.  I don’t have the freedom to leave at will, because I am bound here by my love of spending time with my Nana.  She lets me have my grumpy rants until I am blue in the face, and then just when I need it she will put me back in my place.  She feeds me wholesome food and reminds me that, to her at least, I am special.
I need that right now.
I feel emotionally drained, completely confused and desperately lonely.  Something is not right, but I can’t put my finger on it.  I’m dwelling on my own flawed personality, while at the same time I have my mind set on improving myself.
Hmphf.
At least my diet is going well. 
Your no good if your fat.
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